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01/01/12(Sun)23:54 No.8494826
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>Dear Diary,
It's
been a year since that day, when my life both fell apart and came
together again. From a little Snivy to a powerful Serperior, my friend
and ally-whom I refuse to call master-what other humans call a
"trainer", gave me a purpose. Sure it hurts sometimes, the burns, the
cold, the cuts, the bruises, but I know he takes care of me, I know
he'll make sure I never die in battle. That day when he almost "shot"
that other trainer who went too far, it scared me, actually, it
terrified me that he had the power to easily take another's life, but it
comforted me, it showed me how far he'll go to protect me...
On that
day a year ago, my family was torn away... "poachers" my friend told
me, all they wanted were the eggs and leaves of my species as some sort
of stimulant or hallucinogen... I'll never forget that day. My home,
burning, my mother, pushing me away as she bled out, I never thought I
could cry that much. Then he came, comforted me, took me out of the
rain, took me out of the cold, gave me food and love, I will never
forget that day. I... I love him, he fixed my life, gave me friends I
never thought I would know, gave me a purpose and a goal in life. Now,
as we walk-or slither, as the case may be-towards the final challenge,
what he calls a "league", I will give it my all. I might not have been
his first pokemon in this land, that honor goes to Zoroark, but I know I
have become his favorite, whether he will admit to picking favorites or
not.
-Lethine
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